Can You Understand? (1D fanfic)

Chapter 28

"Hayley!" someone whispered into my ear. "C'mon, Hayley, it's time to get up!"

"Huh?" I asked, getting up out of my bed. The clock next to me read seven thirty a.m.

"It's September fifthteenth, your skate final is today?"

I rose up. "yes, that's it." I said, jumping off the hotel bed, and noticing that Zayn was the one waking me. Ironically, my final was in the Wembley Stadium, because it was World Finals. A shiver ran through my spine after that thought. 

"C'mon!" he said. "Harry's waiting-"

I turned around and gave him stare. "Do NOT mention him. I don't want to see his face."

Zayn shrugged. "Fine, we'll get our own taxi, but we have to leave in half an hour."

I  ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

Today was the day!

I let the cold water run down my spine before I turned the knob to warm. I needed to feel the coldness I was about to skate on. All throughout my shower, I felt super anxious, but the nerves suddenly subsided when I stepped out.

I put on my tights, made sure everything was fitting, then it was time for the dress. This dress was my signature royal blue dress, the one that won me through all the competitions, but as I put it on, I felt a pang of sadness. This would be the very last time I would wear it. Anyway, I successfully slipped on the dress and put a sweatshirt and sweat pants on over it. I tucked in my skirt, knowing that the material was somehow wrinkle-proof, but shrugged it off anyway. I applied my makeup, carefully swiping on mascara and applying on fake eye lashes, then re-applying more mascara. I swiped my face with sparkle powder once I finished. Next was hair. Usually, I put up in just a pony tail  but since this was my last competition, I put it up in a braided updo, with a classy bun, and strands of braided hair going through the sides of my head. I finished it off with hairspray, then spritzed myself with a pomegranate scented perfume from Bath and Body Works. I tossed all my makeup and hair stuff in my blue duffel bag.

I grabbed my show skates (not the ones Dallas deformed) and threw them in my bag. I put on my silver UGG boots and zipped up my royal blue sweat jacket. The sweats were custom made for my fourteenth birthday to match my silky dress.

"Hayley?" came a voice from the other side of my bathroom door. Drat, I left my hotel door open.

"What?" I called. "Who is it?"

"Harry."

I went dead silent.

"Hayley, you in there?"

I didn't know if I should talk to him. I really did, honestly, our silence had been going on for weeks. Perhaps now was my chance to fix things. However, I would not let him off that easily.

"What do you want?"

"I...uh...wanted to fix things."

I came out of the bathroom and stared Harry down.

"I'm sorry for kissing you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I really shouldn't have. It was just...an instinct."

"You can't just go and kiss girls and say that it was just an instinct, Harry."

"I know, and I'm really sorry. I just want you to feel better about our friendship on your big day; I want you to know that I'll be in the stands, cheering you on."

I sighed, and brushed past Harry.

"Wait!" he called, chasing after me. I ran down the hall, and opted out to use the stairs, rather than the elevator. I didn't know what to do.

I was down about three flights of stairs when I heard Harry open the door to the stairs from floor four and cry out, "Hayley?"

I stopped.

"You can't just run away from this. We have to work this out. It's killing me!

I quickly ran up the stairs to the floor Harry was on.

"Hayley!" he said as I stopped in front of him.

This was it. Now or never.

I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. The moment our lips touched, I felt guilty. I felt guilty for betraying Dallas, twice. He waited all his life for me, and I just betrayed him, like that.

"What?" Asked Harry when we broke apart. "What was that for?"

I turned around and ran down the stairs, eventually making my way to the hotel lobby, where many people were trying to get my attention. I hopped into a taxi, and sat in the back seat, crying.